Babysitting The Boss

14. Candlelight Dinner

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June had chosen a simple black dress, hoping to blend into the restaurant. Heath was already there, his face glowing in the candlelight, looking as if he owned the place. He hadn't kept his end of the deal - he had not booked a private room but had instead gone for a corner of the room, away from everyone.

The unoccupied set of tables around theirs told her it was his doing.

The restaurant was a high-end place, the kind where the menu didn't have prices. The kind of place where a single meal could cost more than her monthly salary.

"A candlelight dinner is not exactly what colleagues go for," June muttered as she took her seat opposite his, highly aware of the way he looked at her.

"Sit here." He patted the chair next to his. "We will have company." He had booked a table for three.

"Who?" June looked around for the addition before switching seats.

Heath shrugged. "George said he might join."

But George didn't come, nor did he call to inform them of any delay or cancellation. June found out that weird - George was not like that. He was really responsible.

The candlelight danced in Heath's eyes as he spoke about trivial things, all the layers of the brilliant CEO had been peeled off. All that remained was the immature, excited boy.

June felt a mix of emotions as she watched him.

"You know, June," Heath said, his voice low, "I've always liked watching you work. You're like a machine, so efficient, so focused."

June felt a blush creeping up her neck as she took a sip of her wine, trying to keep her composure. "Thank you," she said, hoping that would be the end of it.

But Heath had other plans. His eyes darkened as he leaned closer to her. "I've been thinking about that all evening, you know," he murmured, his voice a caress in her ear. "You, in that tight skirt, those heels. It's like watching a symphony of efficiency and s*x appeal."

June's cheeks burned. She took a deep breath, trying to keep her voice steady. "Heath, please," she whispered, "not here."

Heath's smile grew wolfish. "Why not?" he said, his hand reaching out to caress the back of her neck. "You're so beautiful when you're stressed."

June's breath hitched as his thumb traced small circles on her skin. "This isn't appropriate," she managed to say, though her voice was barely above a whisper.

Heath's smile grew even more mischievous. "Isn't that what makes it fun?" He leaned in, his warm breath fanning her cheek. "Tell me, June, have you ever had your mind blown by someone who didn't even touch you?"

June's eyes widened, her heart racing. She had never heard him speak like this before, not in public. "Heath," she warned, her voice a shaky whisper, "please."

But Heath was not one to be easily deterred. His hand slid lower, his fingers playing with the neckline of her dress. "You're so beautiful, June," he murmured, his voice a seductive purr. "I can't help but imagine you naked under me!"

June's eyes darted around the room, panic setting in. She had to get out of this situation before it got any more out of hand. "Heath, stop," she hissed, trying to push his hand away. "We're in public."

Heath's grin grew even more mischievous. "That's what makes it so delicious," he murmured, his eyes darkening with desire. "The thrill of the forbidden."

She swallowed hard, trying to maintain her composure. "We can't," she whispered, her voice a hoarse protest.

But Heath was on a roll, his words a sensual assault on her senses. "You're so perfect," he breathed, his hand slipping further down her dress. "I want to taste every inch of you, feel every curve."

June's eyes widened, her body responding despite her protests. It was like he was trying to devour her with his words alone.

"Heath, I will let you do whatever you want." She croaked out. "Just not here!"

But Heath was in his element, his voice dropping to a seductive whisper. "Why not here, June?" He leaned in closer, his breath hot against her ear. "You're so f*****g hot when you're begging."

June's breath hitched as his hand trailed down her arm, his fingertips lightly brushing against the sensitive skin on the inside of her wrist. She could feel the heat of his touch through the fabric of her dress, sending a shiver down her spine. She knew she should stop him, but her body was frozen. Only her mouth worked. "Heath," she whispered, trying to sound firm despite the tremble in her voice. "We can't do this here."

But Heath was unyielding, his eyes dark with desire. He leaned in even closer, his hand sliding down to cup her knee under the table. "Why not?" he murmured, his thumb tracing lazy circles. "It's just us. George won't be making it. There are no occupied tables nearby and no one can see anything in the candlelight."

June's breath caught in her throat as his touch grew bolder. She knew they couldn't get carried away here. And it was clear what he had in mind.

Heath's hand slid up her thigh, his fingers grazing the sensitive skin just above her knee. She squirmed in her seat, trying to control her body's traitorous response. She could feel the heat pooling between her legs, and she knew she was playing with fire.

"Heath," she whispered, her voice strained. "Someone might see."

But his touch grew bolder, his hand moving higher up her thigh, sending waves of pleasure through her body. "I told you they won't. But if they do. let them," he murmured, his eyes never leaving hers. "Let them see what I see."

June's heart raced as she felt the warmth of his hand, his fingers inching closer to the apex of her thighs. She was torn between the fear of being caught and the thrill of it. The room seemed to tilt around her, her heart asking her to give in while her brain fought to stay logical.

With a gasp, she felt Heath's hand slip under the fabric of her dress, his touch burning against her bare skin. She should have been horrified, but instead, she was... excited. His touch was electric, sending sparks through her body that she couldn't ignore. She looked around the room, but the other diners were too engrossed in their own conversations to notice the scandal unfolding before them.

Heath's fingers danced along her inner thigh, the heat of his palm sending shivers up her spine. June's eyes widened as she realized just how far he was willing to take this. "Heath," she breathed, trying to sound firm, but the desire in her voice betrayed her. "We can't do this here."

Heath's smirk grew as he leaned closer, his whispers a sweet torture in her ear. "Why not?" His hand inched higher, his thumb grazing the lace of her panties. "Let's give them a show, June."

Her eyes widened with shock, but she couldn't deny the pulsing need that grew with every heartbeat. "Heath," she whispered, trying to sound firm, but her voice was a breathy plea. "It will be the end if the company finds out."

But his hand didn't stop, his fingers inching closer to her core. "Relax," he murmured, his voice a seductive purr. "Let's just enjoy this."

June's eyes fluttered shut as his fingers found their way under her panties, brushing against the slick heat of her arousal. She bit her lip to stifle a moan, her body betraying her.

This was wrong, she told herself, but it felt so incredibly right.

Heath's touch grew more confident, his long fingers exploring her folds with a finesse that sent shivers through her body.

She could feel the tension in the air thicken, the room seemingly shrinking around them.

The clink of silverware and the murmur of distant conversations became a distant buzz in her ears, drowned out by the sound of her own ragged breaths.

June's eyes darted around the room, but she couldn't focus on anything except the sensation of his fingers slipping into her, stroking her in a way that made her legs quiver. She was painfully aware of their public setting, but the fear of being caught only added to the excitement.

She tried to keep her face neutral, her breathing even, as Heath's thumb found her c**t and began to circle it with the same rhythm as their conversation.

June Rivers orgasmed in the middle of a crowded room that night. The good girl tag had long left her. Red and breathing raggedly, she swayed as she walked out of that restaurant, their dinner packed in the pretext of their 'company' not showing up.

This was wrong. Everything about this was wrong, but she couldn't help but get addicted to this.

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